s were marshalling for chapel, I was conducted to a cell
in front of the gaol, and permitted to array myself once more in a
civilized costume. My clothes, like myself, were none the better for
their imprisonment; but I felt a new man as I donned them, and trolled
operatic airs, while warder Smith cried, "Hush!"

Mr. Ramsey went through a similar process. We met in the great hall, and
in defiance of all rules and regulations, I shook him heartily by the
hand. He looked thin, pale, and careworn; and the new growth of hair
on his chin did not add to his good looks. After our third trial he
got stout again, and it was I who scaled less and less. Perhaps his
shoemaking gave him a better appetite; and perhaps I studied too much
for the quantity and quality of prison blood.

Each of was accommodated with a four-wheeler, and a warder armed with a
cutlass to guard us from all danger. It was a beautiful spring morning,
and the sunlight looked glorious as we rattled down the Caledonian Road.
I felt new-born. The early flowers in the street barrows were miracles
of loveliness, and the very vegetables had a supernal charm. Tradesmen's
names over their shops were wonderfully vivid. Every letter seemed
fresh-painted, and after the dinginess of prison, the crude decorations
struck me as worthy of the old masters.

Arriving at the rear of the Law Courts, we found many friends awaiting
us. Colonel Milman was obliged to protect us from their demonstrations
of welcome. Everyone of them seemed desirous to wring off an arm as a
souvenir of the occasion. Inside I met Mr. Bradlaugh, Mrs. Besant, Dr.
Aveling, and a host of other friends. My wife looked pale and haggard.
She had evidently suffered much. But seeing me again was a great relief,
and she bore the remainder of her long trial with more cheerfulness.

Mr. Bradlaugh's trial lasted three days, and we were brought up on each
occasion. It was what the Americans call a fine time. A grateful country
found us in cabs and attendants, and our friends found us in dinner.
When the first day's adjournment came at one o'clock, my counsel, Mr.
Cluer, asked what he should order for us. "What a question!" we cried.
"Something soon, and plenty of it." It was boiled mutton, turnips, and
potatoes. We proved ourselves excellent trenchermen, for it was our
first square meal for weeks; and a group, including some of the jury,
watched us feed.

Lord Coleridge's summing up in Mr. Bradlaugh's case was a wo